A/N: I promise I won't get too fluffy in this chapter, cant promise for the next few tho!
Disclaimer..same as before, and I apologize profusely to anyone I stole ideas from
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The morning of August 30th came a bit too fast for Hermione, she got up that morning and changed into her uniform, not putting her robe on yet, as her clothing under the uniform looked a lot like muggle clothing. She dragged her trunk downstairs and put Crookshanks into a cat carrier that her mother insisted she get from the local pet store. Her father loaded the trunk and the very unhappy cat into their car and walked back into the house where her mother was hugging her in the door way.
"Now, you have a good year Mione, and study hard…live up to your title."
"Don't worry mum, I will, but I have to go, I promise I'll owl you when I get there."
Her mother nodded and her father hugged her tightly, "Do us proud honey." They walked out to the car, her mother waving copiously as they pulled out of the driveway. Her and her father drove in silence to the station, which was quite hard, as London was almost half an hour away. When they got to the station and her father had all of her luggage settled on a cart he hugged her again and wished her a good term, then turned on his heel and left.
Hermione pushed the cart to Platform Nine and ¾ and when no one was looking walked into the barrier between platform's nine and ten. When she arrived on the other side she looked up not to see the large scarlet steam engine that she was used to, but a small engine connected to two passenger cars. She walked over to where Professor McGonagall was standing and asked her what she was supposed to do.
"Well hello dear, just leave your trunk here and take that cat of yours and go to the back compartment in the second car, you will find that your fellow Head Boy is waiting for you."
"Who is it Professor?"
"I can not tell you Miss Granger, I did not inform him when he asked, so you will have to wait until you get there."
Hermione nodded and walked toward the back of the train, dragging Crookshanks along with her. She began to hope terribly that it was Ron or Harry, she had not gotten the chance to send either of them an owl informing them of her new position. She stepped onto the car and walked to the back compartment, pausing before knocking to gather her bearings. She took a deep breath and knocked on the compartment door, a cold voice answered telling her to come in.
"Malfoy?!" She screamed as she opened the door.
"Oh get in here Granger, don't think I'm too happy about seeing you either."
Hermione stepped into the compartment, closing the door, her mouth still gaping open. Taking notice of this she shut it abruptly. Malfoy looked her up and down as if surveying her, taking notice of this as well, she did the same.
'Wow, he has filled out a bit hasn't he, and his hair looks loads better now that he stopped putting all that gunk into it.' She looked at him sitting there not wearing his robes yet with only his black trousers, white satin shirt, and Slytherin tie, he looked much different from the snobby prat that she had known the years before.
'Why does she look so good? I really shouldn't be thinking that! STOP MALFOY STOP! She's still a Mudblood, nothing you should be getting involved with, remember Pansy!' He sat his arms folded and legs spread apart, with a scowl on his face, he still had no clue why he had just thought that, but it scared him.
The train, seeming to read their thoughts, lurched forward. Hermione, who at that point was standing in front of Malfoy with her hands on her hips, was shoved forward by the sudden movement of the train. Next thing she knew she was sprawled on top of the Slytherin, who instinctively took the opportunity to see if her body was as well developed as it looked. Reaching up her body, acting as if he was going to push of her off him, his hands found their way up her hips and side, finally coming to a rest near her collarbone and pushing her off of him.
"Oh, I'm sorry Malfoy, I wasn't expecting that." She didn't seem to notice the fact that he had been feeling her up just a moment before.
'Did she just say sorry to me? Did I just do what I think I did? She really has filled out since last year, wait a minute, what am I thinking…father would kill me!'
"Just don't do it again Mudblood." He snapped.
Hermione looked like someone had just slapped her, "Don't you EVER call me that again you slimy git, or else I will be forced to hex you into next year!" She held her wand in her hand threateningly, even though they both knew that there was no way she could have done anything, as they were still not aloud to do magic until they got to Hogwarts.
'Wow, his body really has changed. Those years of being seeker really have done a lot for his build, he's nothing at all like Harry, his arms are much more muscular and…wait…what am I thinking…HES MALFOY!'
"Right then, sorry Granger, but if we ARE going to make it through this year we really have to call a truce, or else we are going to end up hexing each other to bits."
'Did I just call a truce with a Mudblood? I'm going soft…I have to stop!'
Hermione looked at him, what had he just said? A truce? Was this really Malfoy? "Well then, yes I suppose. We need to at least be civil to each other or else one of us will end up dead, or at least maimed."
Malfoy shook his head in agreement, holding out his hand as a manner of truce, Hermione looked at it contemplating.
'What is wrong with him this year? He is actually being…nice? No…nice is a bad word, civil is better.'
Hermione shook his hand, noticing how soft the skin was, and said "Now, no more calling me that awful name, and I wont call you a filthy prat, or whatever colorful arrangement of words that I could string together to call you."
'Wow, she really has quite small hands, and her skin is very soft, but…no stop Malfoy! She's Granger for Merlin's sake!'
"Fine," he said, a sly grin touching his lips but fading as fast as it had come.
"Well, I am going to go and find Professor McGonagall and see about our living arrangements, as we both get private rooms I do believe."
"Don't bother, I've asked already, she won't tell me, says its something new this year, that's why we are going in so early. Of course I'm sure you will enjoy those private rooms, with your boyfriend. By the way, which one is it this year? Pothead or Weasel?"
She walked across the compartment and slapped his face, rubbing it gingerly he said, "What what that for?"
"I am NOT that type of girl Mr. Malfoy."
"Right, well I'm going to go see if I can find some food on this stupid train, would you like anything?"
'Why am I asking her if she wanted something to eat? Why in Merlin's name am I being NICE to her! Her parents are MUGGLES! Father would have my head.'
Hermione shook her head and Draco walked out of the compartment leaving Hermione to think to herself.
'Why is he being nice to me? I guess maybe he has changed a bit, but still this is unbelievable, I wish I could tell Ron or Harry what was going on.'
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A/N…I know, sucky chapter, I really don't like this one, Malfoy didn't stay in character well enough beyond in his thoughts, oh well, I promise to write more today!!
Please R/R!
Natalie
Disclaimer..same as before, and I apologize profusely to anyone I stole ideas from
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The morning of August 30th came a bit too fast for Hermione, she got up that morning and changed into her uniform, not putting her robe on yet, as her clothing under the uniform looked a lot like muggle clothing. She dragged her trunk downstairs and put Crookshanks into a cat carrier that her mother insisted she get from the local pet store. Her father loaded the trunk and the very unhappy cat into their car and walked back into the house where her mother was hugging her in the door way.
"Now, you have a good year Mione, and study hard…live up to your title."
"Don't worry mum, I will, but I have to go, I promise I'll owl you when I get there."
Her mother nodded and her father hugged her tightly, "Do us proud honey." They walked out to the car, her mother waving copiously as they pulled out of the driveway. Her and her father drove in silence to the station, which was quite hard, as London was almost half an hour away. When they got to the station and her father had all of her luggage settled on a cart he hugged her again and wished her a good term, then turned on his heel and left.
Hermione pushed the cart to Platform Nine and ¾ and when no one was looking walked into the barrier between platform's nine and ten. When she arrived on the other side she looked up not to see the large scarlet steam engine that she was used to, but a small engine connected to two passenger cars. She walked over to where Professor McGonagall was standing and asked her what she was supposed to do.
"Well hello dear, just leave your trunk here and take that cat of yours and go to the back compartment in the second car, you will find that your fellow Head Boy is waiting for you."
"Who is it Professor?"
"I can not tell you Miss Granger, I did not inform him when he asked, so you will have to wait until you get there."
Hermione nodded and walked toward the back of the train, dragging Crookshanks along with her. She began to hope terribly that it was Ron or Harry, she had not gotten the chance to send either of them an owl informing them of her new position. She stepped onto the car and walked to the back compartment, pausing before knocking to gather her bearings. She took a deep breath and knocked on the compartment door, a cold voice answered telling her to come in.
"Malfoy?!" She screamed as she opened the door.
"Oh get in here Granger, don't think I'm too happy about seeing you either."
Hermione stepped into the compartment, closing the door, her mouth still gaping open. Taking notice of this she shut it abruptly. Malfoy looked her up and down as if surveying her, taking notice of this as well, she did the same.
'Wow, he has filled out a bit hasn't he, and his hair looks loads better now that he stopped putting all that gunk into it.' She looked at him sitting there not wearing his robes yet with only his black trousers, white satin shirt, and Slytherin tie, he looked much different from the snobby prat that she had known the years before.
'Why does she look so good? I really shouldn't be thinking that! STOP MALFOY STOP! She's still a Mudblood, nothing you should be getting involved with, remember Pansy!' He sat his arms folded and legs spread apart, with a scowl on his face, he still had no clue why he had just thought that, but it scared him.
The train, seeming to read their thoughts, lurched forward. Hermione, who at that point was standing in front of Malfoy with her hands on her hips, was shoved forward by the sudden movement of the train. Next thing she knew she was sprawled on top of the Slytherin, who instinctively took the opportunity to see if her body was as well developed as it looked. Reaching up her body, acting as if he was going to push of her off him, his hands found their way up her hips and side, finally coming to a rest near her collarbone and pushing her off of him.
"Oh, I'm sorry Malfoy, I wasn't expecting that." She didn't seem to notice the fact that he had been feeling her up just a moment before.
'Did she just say sorry to me? Did I just do what I think I did? She really has filled out since last year, wait a minute, what am I thinking…father would kill me!'
"Just don't do it again Mudblood." He snapped.
Hermione looked like someone had just slapped her, "Don't you EVER call me that again you slimy git, or else I will be forced to hex you into next year!" She held her wand in her hand threateningly, even though they both knew that there was no way she could have done anything, as they were still not aloud to do magic until they got to Hogwarts.
'Wow, his body really has changed. Those years of being seeker really have done a lot for his build, he's nothing at all like Harry, his arms are much more muscular and…wait…what am I thinking…HES MALFOY!'
"Right then, sorry Granger, but if we ARE going to make it through this year we really have to call a truce, or else we are going to end up hexing each other to bits."
'Did I just call a truce with a Mudblood? I'm going soft…I have to stop!'
Hermione looked at him, what had he just said? A truce? Was this really Malfoy? "Well then, yes I suppose. We need to at least be civil to each other or else one of us will end up dead, or at least maimed."
Malfoy shook his head in agreement, holding out his hand as a manner of truce, Hermione looked at it contemplating.
'What is wrong with him this year? He is actually being…nice? No…nice is a bad word, civil is better.'
Hermione shook his hand, noticing how soft the skin was, and said "Now, no more calling me that awful name, and I wont call you a filthy prat, or whatever colorful arrangement of words that I could string together to call you."
'Wow, she really has quite small hands, and her skin is very soft, but…no stop Malfoy! She's Granger for Merlin's sake!'
"Fine," he said, a sly grin touching his lips but fading as fast as it had come.
"Well, I am going to go and find Professor McGonagall and see about our living arrangements, as we both get private rooms I do believe."
"Don't bother, I've asked already, she won't tell me, says its something new this year, that's why we are going in so early. Of course I'm sure you will enjoy those private rooms, with your boyfriend. By the way, which one is it this year? Pothead or Weasel?"
She walked across the compartment and slapped his face, rubbing it gingerly he said, "What what that for?"
"I am NOT that type of girl Mr. Malfoy."
"Right, well I'm going to go see if I can find some food on this stupid train, would you like anything?"
'Why am I asking her if she wanted something to eat? Why in Merlin's name am I being NICE to her! Her parents are MUGGLES! Father would have my head.'
Hermione shook her head and Draco walked out of the compartment leaving Hermione to think to herself.
'Why is he being nice to me? I guess maybe he has changed a bit, but still this is unbelievable, I wish I could tell Ron or Harry what was going on.'
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A/N…I know, sucky chapter, I really don't like this one, Malfoy didn't stay in character well enough beyond in his thoughts, oh well, I promise to write more today!!
Please R/R!
Natalie